Your Mind and Body Belong to Me
By Game-BeatX14
Soarin trotted tiredly into the Wonderbolts locker room. He was utterly exhausted after the rigorous stunt session, which had lasted nearly all day. Spitfire had been particularly demanding of the team to make sure the Royal Canterlot airshow next week would go totally smoothly.
Soarin understood the importance of practice, but being in a hot, sticky suit in the cloudless sky today was physically draining from the heat, much more than usual. It was a relief to finally be on the ground in the cozy familiarity of the locker room.
He sat huffing on the bench by himself, simply trying to catch his breath. He normally looked forward to having a bit of social time in the locker room after training sessions, but today he was alone. The rest of the team had left earlier, since their tasks were simple, only requiring them to memorize a few basic flight patterns. Unfortunately for Soarin, his stunt was the most complex of them all, and it had taken him until dusk to master it.
All the adrenaline pumping stunts of the day had left him with some personal needs to attend to, and being alone, there was no reason to wait until he got home like usual. He reached a hoof down and rubbed his crotch, stroking himself casually through the silky fabric of the outfit. It felt good to relieve some tension after such a rough day.
His soft moans of relief covered the sound of careful hoofsteps coming from the other end of the room. Soon, his erection was starting to come out of his sheath, and more room to breathe became necessary. He reached down to un-zip his suit, but suddenly the zipper glowed and was yanked back up by itself.
“Wha- aagh!”
His blood pressure spiked as his whole body lit up with a magical purple glow, which bound him in place and prevented him from moving his limbs. It caught him off guard, and he was still too exhausted from training to struggle against it.
“Who’s there?! Let me go guys, this isn’t funny!” He assumed it was another member of the team, coming back to play some horrible prank. Suddenly it dawned on him that that there were no ponies in the Wonderbolts capable of magic. The intruder holding him hostage made no reply.
“I order you to release me and reveal yourself, NOW!” He demanded. Again, no response. The magic encircling his body hummed continuously, and tightened evenly. Soarin was now horrified, his adrenaline pulsing through with no outlet to make use of it under the constrictive aural binds. He couldn’t see behind him and his peripheral vision simply didn’t help enough.
“Um... Hello?” His voice turned shaky; the pony holding him was not revealing themselves and he was at a loss for what to do or say. The magic tendril encircling him split off into another strand, seeping through the suit and wrapping around his dick. He was met with a comforting wave of pleasure and let out a moan as he felt it tugging and masturbating him underneath the clothing. His muscles relaxed as he relished in the feeling of his shaft being magically stimulated, bringing his length to its full size. The magic felt very refined, stroking him with a purpose as though the pony administering it knew personally how to make him tick. The fear left his body as he was practically sedated by the incredible and terrifyingly accurate masturbative magic.
Suddenly, he heard their breathing get more audible. Warm breaths rolled over his shoulder. He felt a long, rigid object come to rest on the back of his head. It had a strange bumpy texture to it, that of a horn. A unicorn horn.
He managed to stutter out in a shaky voice. “W-Who are you? Please don’t hurt me...”
“Oh, you’ll be fine darling.” Her feminine voice was unmistakable. He instantly pieced it together with the tendrils being a vibrant purple color.
“Rarity!? What the fuck!?” She wrapped one hoof around his chest and another around his muzzle, holding him close and preventing him from speaking further. Her magic compressed around his shaft, making him gasp and relax. She gently guided him backwards as he slumped against her body.
“Don’t worry deary, if I wanted to hurt you I would have done it by now.”
A direct burst of magic pulsed through his head, the proximity of it rattling his eardrums from the sound. His vision became cloudy, and his senses started to diminish at a frightening rate. Everything went dark, and he fell asleep, totally out cold.
Rarity lifted her hood and smiled devilishly, releasing her magic grips from his body and groin.
“Oh Soarin, you made this too easy for me.”
She heaved his heavy, motionless body over her shoulders, shuddering from the still erect meat pole digging into her back. She ignited a teleportation spell, flashing away and appearing in the back lot of her boutique, which was thankfully fenced in for privacy. She carried him in through the back door, locking it behind her.
Soarin woke up alone with a headache, in a dark room that he couldn’t recognize. He was still in his Wonderbolts uniform, drenched in sweat from earlier. Immediately his throat began hurting. A leather collar was latched tightly around his neck, tethered to a mount on the back wall with a long string of vibrant purple magic. It left him with the freedom to move around a small portion of the room, but nothing much. Dreary and confused, he tried to take stock of his surroundings, but it was simply too dark. The curtains were shut, and the only illumination in the room was from the magic tendril fastening his chokehold to the wall. Crickets chirped outside, indicating it was now past dusk. He had to have been out for at least an hour or two.
As he started to recall what had happened in the locker room, his blood pressure started to rise again, and he became severely uptight. His stomach knotted like a pretzel. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and it scared him. He had been kidnapped. By a mare.
Click. The door creaked open, and a dark figure entered swiftly and closed the door behind them. Suddenly the lights turned on, revealing the stranger to be Rarity. She strutted confidently towards him with a smile on her face. In fact, she appeared anything but malicious, which was odd given his current restraint. He simultaneously realized that this was in fact, her bedroom.
“My, for such a strong stallion it sure didn’t take much to kidnap you.” She spoke in a casual voice, which made him feel even more confused.
“Rarity, why did you bring me here? And what’s with this collar?”
“I assumed the collar would have made it very obvious, but apparently you aren’t very quick at putting things together.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, you’re so cute when you’re clueless. Let me explain something to you, Soarin. I want to have a little fun with you tonight, and I expect you to be on your best behavior. Understood?”
“Wha- what? But Rarity, you’re such a nice mare. Surely you aren’t implying that-”
“Oh, I’m implying that and much more, honey.”
Deep down, a part of him snapped. He didn’t want to believe this was going the direction he thought it was. Holy shit, is she planning to rape me?
He spoke up instead, trying to avoid the painful situation that loomed. “What’s with the affectionate names, suddenly? We’ve never even dated. In fact we’ve only spoken to each other on a handful of occasions.”
“True, true. But I’ve always had an eye out for you, my love. You seem like such a nice, buff stallion, yet you act as though you have nopony to impress. It’s quite strange, given your endowment.”
“Well... I-...” He sighed. “Rarity, I haven’t had much time for that lately. It’s just a matter of priorities and staying focused.”
“Well, we have ample time now. Surely a stallion like you wants some of thiiiisssss.” She turned around and lifted her tail, revealing her moist slit to him. He had never felt an innate sexual attraction to her, but he suddenly realized just how perfect her curves looked, how oddly inviting her feminine parts were. The slit of her pussy was coated in her juices, begging to have something plunge inside and satisfy her. His penis began to harden from the sight.
She turned around and gazed at the bulge forming under his suit, a smirk forming across her face as she approached him, swaying her hips gracefully.
He couldn’t bear to accept what was coming. “Rarity, I’m not having sex with you while I’m chained to a wall... That’s cheating!”
She stopped her advances, and began giggling uncontrollably for a few moments. Soarin drooped his ears in embarrassment, unsure of what had compelled him to say that.
“Oh, come on already; your denial is painfully obvious. I’m going to ride you until the sun comes up and you’re going to enjoy every moment of it. Enough with the games, get over here you dolt.”
Soarin thrust and stumbled backwards with his wings in panic, finally coming to terms with the harsh reality of his predicament. Rarity’s horn glowed and the collar sent an electric buzz through him; a sharp, continuous jolt that didn’t cease until he stepped forward away from the wall.
“Soarin, deary. I suggest you do as I ask if you don’t want to get hurt. The farther you get from me, the stronger I will make the shock. Quite the fun little restraint, isn’t it fabulous?”
“Rarity, back off!”
“Oh, contraire. You need to step forward.” Her horn lit up, and Soarin’s body was dragged belly down across the floor towards her. She straightened him up as he neared. Their eyes met, and she tapped her horn to his forehead briefly. Soarin felt a piercing sting split through his head, and he became dizzy. A magical string levitated between them momentarily, then dissipated into thin air.
Soarin gasped, holding a hoof to his head. “What was that?”
“I think it’ll be more fun to let you figure it out, deary. Now, take off your suit and lay on your back for me.” She loosened her magical grip on his abdomen, giving him enough slack to move freely.
Everything came to a grinding halt, and he nearly had a heart palpitation. The room was dead silent save for their breathing, and the quiet hum of her magic hovering around his body. He couldn’t tolerate the thought of being used as a sexual slave, even to somebody as beautiful as her.
“No...”
Suddenly Rarity’s horn lit up brighter, and his suit was instantly ripped down the front and back, pulling his limbs outwards and sliding the clothing off as she wiggled him out of the only barrier between her and his male parts. She ceased her spell, admiring his exposed form. Rarity licked her lips; he was still sweaty from flying and his hormone filled body gave off a strong musky aroma. Just the way she liked it. He looked so innocent without his suit, so vulnerable.
Rarity dove forward and buried her face in his chest, taking a hearty whiff of her prize. She dragged her muzzle down his belly, sniffing greedily. Soarin jittered in nervousness.
Rarity pulled back in satisfaction. “Aaaaahhhh, so goooood. You smell better than I imagined. I can’t wait to raaaavage you.”
There’s no way this can really be happening. Please tell me this is just a really vivid dream. His mind went into overdrive. Rarity interrupted his panicked thoughts.
“Oh, I can assure that you aren’t dreaming. Now lay back or I’ll have to push you down myself.”
Her voice seemed so calm, yet subtly demanding. He wasn’t sure how to describe it. All he knew is that her tone was growing increasingly unsettling, more lustful every time she spoke.
Alright Soarin, take a deep breath. She’s just a pony like you, there has to be a way out of this. Think, think.
“I am surely not just like you; because in this room I am your superior.”
What?! Did she just-
“Yes.”
Soarin’s jaw dropped in horror. He stared at her with wide eyes, completely lost on how to take that. Rarity merely patted a hoof to her mouth and yawned. “Yes, fascinating I know. Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”
“Get away from me...”
She merely smirked and ignored his plea. “Do you want this to be painful instead? Get on your back, to the floor, NOW! I’m starting to lose my patience with you.”
“I SAID BACK OFF!” Bucking crazy ass bitch, I swear to Celestia...
The room fell dead silent. Soarin glared at her, realizing she had heard that, yet he didn’t even care. In fact, he hoped she kept listening. Yeah, you heard me you hormonal cunt. Back. OFF. Despite the fact that he was chained to the wall, he seemed adamant on keeping her away. Rarity considered gripping his body in magic and slamming him against the wall, making him scream in regret and submission right there. However, she acknowledged the fact that he may be more resilient than she had prepared for, and adjustments needed to be made rather than defaulting to violent tactics. It was time to make it more clear who was in charge.
“Soarin, what if I told you that every time you refuse to comply, I keep a mental note of it. A tally, you could say. And every instance you keep me waiting will make it worse for you before I take you cock inside me. How does that make you feel?”
Soarin merely glared at her with slanted, aggressive eyes.
“That was a question you useless whelp. ANSWER IT!”
“Come over here and make me, bitch!” Soarin stood up on all fours, gritting his teeth at her.
“You will regret that statement.”
Rarity fired a spell from her horn, slamming him in the chest with a powerful burst which knocked the wind out of him. His whole body became engulfed in her aggressive magic. Soarin yelped, writhing under her apparent pain spell. Everything burned, and his ears drooped, ringing in pain. Soarin fell forward onto his hooves, shaking violently. Her spell was literally breaking him down from the inside. His muscles turned to jelly and his stomach felt like it was going to explode from the magic building within him. It was more painful than any flight accident he had ever been in.
“RARITY, STOP!”
“Make me, bitch.” She mocked.
“AAAGGGGHHH, PLEASE! It hurts so much!”
“Good.”
He wasn’t sure how much more his body could tolerate. Soarin nearly convulsed, biting his tongue to keep from screaming. He felt a horrible feeling brewing within him; this mare was capable of nearly anything with her magic and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Rarity could sense he was approaching his breaking point, and gradually withdrew her spell.
When she finally stopped, Soarin let out a heavy gasp and panted, savoring the moment of relief before anything more happened. The respite didn’t last very long. Her horn ignited, and a magic flare engulfed his dick, adhering to the surface along every inch of his balls and cock. He felt a firm tugging motion as she moved forward and stood arched over him, staring down in his face.
“Listen here. You are going to submit to me tonight. And if you so much as think about trying to resist any more, I will RIP YOUR DICK OFF, do you understand?!” She yanked on his cock again as she said it for emphasis.
“Yes I understand; owww, please let go...”
“Do you!?”
“Yes! I swear!”
She leaned closer to him and spoke into his ear in a soft, condescending tone.
“Maybe you keep forgetting, but I can read your mind deary, and I mean that in the most literal sense possible. Now, when I tell you not to think about resisting if you want to keep your dick, I also meant that very, very literally.” Each time she said very, Soarin felt his crotch light up in pain.
“Aagh, Rarity, I promise, just please don’t...”
Tug, tug, tug.
“AagGgh, please stop! I’m all yours!”
“Words mean nothing right now, my friend.”
“I- I-...” He gulped nervously and his stomach knotted up. Sweat poured down his sides. He wanted to do anything he could to get out of this, and she knew it too.
Rarity’s magical tugging became harsher; her magic tendrils wrapping his cock tighter within her grasp. It was not like the pleasurable magic from in the locker room. Soarin squirmed, it was starting to become extremely painful. His breathing accelerated and it was harder for him to speak fluently.
“Rarity, I’m t-trying but I can’t control my inner thoughts like that...”
“Well I guess you better learn fast then.”
“RARITY, PLEASE, I don’t know what to think!”
“DON’T YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME! THIS IS NOT UP FOR NEGOTIATION!” He had never heard her yell like that before, and it was beyond intimidating. It scared him to hear such a generally sweet mare growling commands so unforgivingly.
Soarin couldn’t take it anymore, and he broke down crying underneath her. Tears streaked his face, and his chest heaved erratically as his unrestrained emotions poured from him.
“Oh please, don’t try to cry your way out of this!” His dick started burning. Soarin howled in pain.
The fact that she didn’t seem to account for his mental state made him sob even harder. He couldn’t escape, he couldn’t think. Everything he did made her grow harsher, and for a moment he simply wished she would kill him instead, so he wouldn’t have to suffer through this hellish experience anymore.
She scanned his thoughts one last time, and smiled. They were empty of everything except her intimidating grasp on his genitals. Rarity grinned at the utterly broken stallion beneath her. It was such a beautiful sight. She let go of his dick, and Soarin sighed in relief.
“It seems you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Yes Rarity!” He choked out, still sobbing.
She peeked into his thoughts again. He was being genuine. Progress was being made.
“Good boy.” She leaned in to kiss him on the lips, giving a nice long peck to his muzzle.
“I love you, Soarin. Tell me; am I the kindest, most generous mare you’ve ever had the pleasure of being touched by?” She rubbed a hoof over his shaft.
“Yes, you’re amazing Rarity.” His tone was not very sincere, and his voice was a little shaky, almost regretful. His thoughts confirmed her suspicions. His drive for free will was still lingering, and he was simply saying what she wanted to hear.
She glared at him. “Do we need to do a little more training still? I have plenty of time tonight. Oh, so plenty.” She listened in to his silent response, behind his watering eyes. It wasn’t quite the submission she was expecting.
Why, Rarity? Why is nothing good enough for you? You already have my body. What more do you want? Please don’t hurt me anymore.
“Soarin, I don’t think you understand. I can easily cast a mind control spell and you’d be my slave, but what fun is there in having a stallion to bang that has no emotions? I want to ravage the real you, not a brainwashed body.”
You sick freak.
Rarity sighed. “Oh Darling, I see what’s happening. I’ve been too harsh, haven’t I? Well, I suggest we make this more enjoyable for you, then maybe you’ll see what you’re missing out on.”
Rarity channeled energy into her horn, and suddenly her chest started glowing, then expanding. Her flat chest extruded, and Soarin gaped at the sight as the growing mounds formed into a pair of boobs. They filled up larger, and within thirty seconds she sported an enormous, plump set of glistening white breasts. She opened a cabinet with her magic and levitated a sports bra off the shelf and over her head, sliding it down and cupping it over her perfect, robust cleavage.
She levitated a pillow behind her head and laid back, head propped up facing him and arching her back. She flexed, popping out her gargantuan mounds.
“Come closer, darling. I want you rigggghht here.” She spread her breasts apart with her hooves, creating a perfect tunnel between them and the clothing for him to insert his shaft.
Soarin started trotting forward, with mixed feelings of nervousness and excitement.
“Nuh uh uhhhh. Approach me on two legs. I want to see your cock in its full beauty!”
Soarin managed to stand himself up on his hind legs, raising his front hooves and hobbling forward. His penis hung down between his legs, gradually filling out as he got closer. Rarity grinned; he looked so cute that way. She grabbed his arms with her magic, and pushed them behind his back, tying his hooves together with a detachable string of aura.
He winced as she pulled it tightly. Soarin continued stepping forward, one step at a time so he wouldn’t lose his balance. He was close enough for his dick to brush against her belly. Suddenly the collar yanked on his neck, and he couldn’t move any farther forward. His dick dragged along her belly, just inches away from her mounds. He grunted and bucked his hips forward, but still couldn’t reach.
“Rarity, can you move forward just a bit? This collar is too short.”
“Actually, you’re going to move forward, when I release you. You do want this, correct?”
“Yes...”
“Good.”
Ch-Chink. The collar unlatched from his neck and fell behind him to the floor. Rarity was now awaiting him with eyes closed. Eyes closed. He could have turned around. He could have run. He could have escaped. But he wanted it so bad. He needed it.
Soarin bent over forward and pushed his cock up to her breasts, crouching on his knees and planting his butt to her belly. His tip parted them, spreading open the space for him to slide through.
“Now thrust.” She demanded.
He slammed forward, sliding his pole between her voluptuous breasts. Rarity opened her eyes.
“Good boooyyy.”
She slid her hooves under her bra and started squeezing her breasts together, pushing them against his cock. Her boobs softly clenching against his erection felt incredible. They were large enough to wrap around his entire length and touch together on top, leaving his throbbing shaft totally enveloped in her cleavage. All but his tip, which protruded from the top of her bra near her neck.
“Thrust again.”
Soarin complied, sliding his hips forward and backward, pumping himself between her breasts.
“Faster.”
He picked up the pace, thrusting in and out. The milky softness of her skin tightened against his stiff cock was invigorating. Her breasts were pulling him deeper into an oncoming orgasm, milking him, kneading his shaft and coaxing his balls to their brim.
He was on top, but she was in complete control. She gazed at Soarin’s vibrant green eyes; his pupils were dilated from pleasure. Rarity wrapped her hooves around his butt and helped slide him forward each time. Her magic gripped his dick to make sure every thrust was perfect. Soarin fell out of rhythm, struggling to match his own thrusting with her pushing and pulling.
“Surely you can do better than this...”
Soarin leaned over forward, digging his belly into her face and planting his hooves on the ground behind her head as he tried again, needing to find the perfect rhythm. Her hooves groped his flank, pulling him in and out after each dive. He finally found the sweet zone, working in tandem with her. One thrust and retraction was his duty, the next was hers. Each time she pulled him forward, it was especially fast and forceful.
His back legs tightened and clenched against her sides as he felt an orgasm surging up. He stopped thrusting on his own, he couldn’t breathe. It felt too good to move anymore, and he collapsed forward. Rarity’s horn lit up around his flared tip as he burst. She could feel the veins of his cock expanding against her breasts, and see his urethra opening wider to push through the load. She magically sucked his semen straight into her open mouth, guaranteeing every gooey strand filled her mouth and warmed her throat. She adored how Soarin’s shaky legs dug into her sides as his body tremored against her, as he lost himself in a total body rattling orgasm.
Her active horn dug into Soarin’s abdomen hanging over her, and it buzzed with energy, sending a constant shock of pleasure shooting through him the whole time. By the time he was finished cumming his front legs turned to pudding, nearly giving out beneath him as he finished. Rarity slurped her tongue along his tip, cleaning him off. She moved to his lower belly and brushed her muzzle across his underside, licking and coating him with saliva. His heart pounded against her nose, the heat radiating from his chest warming her face. He shuddered in delight.
“I take it you enjoyed that, Soarin?”
He moaned in response, unable to form a sentence.
“Do you understand now, how much more enjoyable it is when you work with me, instead of struggling?”
“Yes Ma’am. Oooohhhh...”
“Good. It seems you are finally learning after all.” Her horn pulsed brightly, and Soarin felt a familiar sexual energy radiating through his body. He felt his balls refilling, his sex drive recharging at a frightening rate from her masterly refined hormone spell.
“Pull out and step back.”
Soarin stood up and withdrew his re-hardening shaft from her breasts. Rarity’s horn pulsated brightly, and her chest mountains shrank back down, gradually retreating and absorbing back into her regular pony chest until nothing remained but her usual tufts of soft fur. She removed her now un-needed bra and levitated it back into the cabinet.
“Now, Soarin. I want you to lay back for me. Butt to the floor and cock at the ready.” She spoke directly, without any hesitation. Her overtly demanding harshness was gone, replaced with an expectful, refined tone. “If you behave, I won’t even have to chain you up again!” Her last statement had an oddly cheerful ring to it.
For a moment, Soarin felt a comforting respite. All the beration and torture of earlier that could very easily have returned, could now be avoided entirely if he seized the opportunity. She had proven to him that she would not relent until he succumbed to her will. Behind her gleaming, comforting purple eyes was a mare with the power to do unimaginable things, both torturous and pleasurable. It was his choice.
With a pussy silently aching to devour his pride waiting patiently in front of him, he no longer wished to hide from it. It felt as though her loins were guiding her every action, so hungry for him, for the real, unrestrained him that it made Soarin question if it was a separate entity wearing a beautiful mare as its skin. But he knew that wasn’t the case. The dripping snatch belonged to Rarity, and he belonged to her.
At that moment, something deep down inside himself changed, and Rarity instantly knew it too. He no longer felt the need for his deep-rooted, innate male confidence. Rather, laying back and enjoying the ride would make for a much better time. He belonged to her now, and it was better to simply embrace it.
Rarity evaporated the magical wires binding his hooves and tossed him the pillow, which he caught and set behind himself. Soarin lowered his body to the floor, sitting upright. Steadily he lowered his head to pillow and parted his legs, giving her an unimpeded view of his erect cock.
“I’m all yours, Rarity.”
She trotted forward to meet him. Rarity towered over him, standing upright and aligning herself with his protruding shaft.
“Harder dear. I want you to fill me!”
He flexed his penis, twitching as more blood pumped into it. She wiggled lower and graced his tip, parting her folds against him. Soarin’s mouth hung open, gasping.
“Now, what do you want me to do, deary?”
“Fuck me...”
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” She gyrated her slit across his tip.
“Fuck me as hard as you can! Please!”
“And what if I don’t want to?”
Soarin nearly had a heart attack. “GODDAMIT, FUCK ME. MILK ME. TAKE ME IN!” Her moist tunnel pinching the end of his throbbing shaft was driving him mad.
“Don’t raise your voice with me.”
“S-sorry, I’m so sorry...”
“Apology accepted.”
She slammed down onto his shaft like a pile driver and bottomed out on his balls. Soarin threw his arms against the ground in shock, overwhelmed from so much at once. After he adjusted, Soarin let out a deep, satisfied moan. Rarity bounced up and down, not even bothered by the stretching and stinging sensations from his wide girth.
She looked down at him in the eyes. His wide, green orbs were alight with a fiery delight. He bit his lips, holding back a variety of sounds he hoped nobody would ever hear. He couldn’t take it, and let out a long moan that transcended into an effeminate whine. Her pussy was ungodly tight and wet, clamping his entire organ like a vice. He bent his legs up and squeezed her sides, trying to steady his quaking legs. Rarity was now riding the shockwaves of his throbbing.
It was then that Rarity realized she had recharged his hormones a bit too much. Soarin felt dangerously close to orgasm already. Before he had a chance to warn her, he exploded into her belly, writhing underneath from the unforgiving tightness of her love chamber. Soarin bucked his hips, lifting her body several inches into the air by the strength of his pelvis alone. Rarity took the opportunity to wrap her legs underneath his suspended abdomen, and held as tightly as she possibly could.
His incredibly hard penis snapped back and forth inside her, battering her insides and filling her up to the brim with semen. Her belly rattled from the ferocious beast inside. It pushed her over the edge and she squealed, draining herself onto him in a flood of hot mixed fluids. Her contracting muscles sucked him deeper inside, milking him further until he had expelled every drop.
“Oooohhhhhaaaa, Soarinnnn, you’re so goooood!” She straightened her back, shifting her body and sucking every last drop of his cum up inside her.
Even after he was done cumming, the sensations still dwindled. Her insides felt so amazing, he never wanted to leave. Given the opportunity he would have fallen asleep still inside her, but Rarity lifted off and released his soft, lubricated dick with a wet shlock. She gazed at his sapped organ and mentally congratulated herself on how well she had cleaned him out. His cum was still dripping from between her legs, back down onto him.
“Looks like I didn’t have to cheat at all. Same time tomorrow, my love?”
“Absolutely!” There wasn’t a hint of reluctance in his voice. She studied his eyes closely, peering into his mind. He wasn’t shaking. He truly meant it this time.
Rarity smirked. Not just a regular, satisfied smirk. It was a victorious, elated grin. She had succeeded. Soarin had shattered. He completely and utterly belonged to her.
